Today was an uncommonly windy day, what Winnie-the-Pooh would call a blustery day. It was a good day for staying inside and finally slogging through my backlog of paperwork.
The wind sounded fierce, but it wasn’t actually a dangerously strong wind. Had it been autumn, leaves would have been flying. But it’s late winter and all the trees are still bare except the evergreens whose needles always manage to hold on. The branches held their own, too.
So I got to enjoy a snug day at home, secure from the howling yet harmless wind and a great reminder that things are not necessarily as bad as they sound.